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And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may , but not directly tell ; But being both from me , both to each friend , I guess one angel in another's hell : Yet this shall I ne'er know , but live in doubt , Till my bad angel ...
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may , but not directly tell ; But being both from me , both to each friend , I guess one angel in another's hell : Yet this shall I ne'er know , but live in doubt , Till my bad angel ...
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VII ' For all day the wheels are droning , turn- ing ; Their wind comes in our faces , Till our hearts turn , our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : Turns the sky in the high window , blank and reeling ...
VII ' For all day the wheels are droning , turn- ing ; Their wind comes in our faces , Till our hearts turn , our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : Turns the sky in the high window , blank and reeling ...
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120 So , scarce awake , Dismounting , did she leave that place , And totter some yards : with her face Turn'd upward to the sky she lay , Her head on a wet heap of hay , And fell asleep : and while she slept , And did not dream ...
120 So , scarce awake , Dismounting , did she leave that place , And totter some yards : with her face Turn'd upward to the sky she lay , Her head on a wet heap of hay , And fell asleep : and while she slept , And did not dream ...
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